Song Xici settled down in City A, and the Bai family bought a few nearby houses at a high price, added a few more guest rooms, and built gardens for him in the rest of the place, so that he could plant those flowers.

When the garden was first built, the members of the Bai family planted something, but because the soil was not fertile enough, the two cherry trees planted by Bai Xiaolin and Bai Xiaoming were sick and crooked.

Song Xici was busy taking care of his garden. He fertilized and watered a large area of ​​land, and his schedule was full, so he had no work for several weeks.

The Bai family saw that he had completely regained his vitality, with a smile on his face when he was taking care of the garden, so he put his mind at ease and devoted himself to his work.

The Baijia jewelry store called and said that the buyer who was obsessed with his designs before contacted them and wanted to ask why Song Xici hadn't released any new works recently.

The store contacted Song Xici, which meant that Bai Xiaolin agreed. After hanging up the phone, Bai Xiaolin also called and suggested that Song Xici talk to the buyer. After all, he admired Song Xici very much.

In fact, Bai Xiaolin hoped that this matter could divert Song Xici's attention a little bit and bring him back on track. Now Song Xici is too obsessed with the flowers left by Shen Junzhi.

He quickly received a new friend request on his social account. The buyer's name was memoirs-memoirs, and his profile picture was a wet puppy.

After Song Xici agreed to the friend request, he put the matter behind him. After a busy day in the garden, he found out that the buyer had sent him a message, asking him what he was up to recently and why there was no new work coming out. .

He didn't reply, and opened the buyer's circle of friends with a tap of his finger. His circle of friends was like a jewelry purchasing agent, all of which displayed jewelry designed by himself, with almost no other content.

Tapping the screen lightly with his fingers, there was no one around him, but he tilted his head and said something with a smile, as if someone was standing beside him.

He seemed to be discussing, held up his phone for others to see, and frowning after a while, he replied to the message, pressing his fingers on the keyboard slowly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was playing a prank.

He replied: "I've been very busy recently, it will be released later, do you want to buy it?"

There seemed to be guarding the phone all the time, and quickly replied to the message, "Yes, I like the things you designed very much, and I want to collect every one of them."

After receiving the reply, Song Xici immediately went to his box and found the half-made jade pendant, and didn't continue to process it. He took a photo of the jade pendant and sent it to memoirs.

Words of admiration were quickly sent over there, full of praise for his imperfect semi-finished product. Song Xici looked at the compliments sent over there, and turned off his phone with a flat face.

This guy doesn't understand design and aesthetics at all.

Song Xici finished carving the half-finished product, and the simple lines outlined a man with low eyebrows and restrained eyes, as agile and light as a ray of wind.

He promised to sell the item to the buyer, memoirs, but turned around and sold the item to another person, and the new buyer was a celebrity.

Song Xici's design has been discussed on the Internet for a while, and it has a certain degree of topicality. The star immediately put it on and took pictures on the street after buying it.

In order to match the hype, the star's company bought him a hot search, as long as anyone on the Internet will see it, this memoirs soon found out, and sent a message to Song Xici to ask if this was his design.

Song Xici replied, "Yes."

The other party seemed a little helpless, and after a few minutes, he asked again: "Didn't you say you sold it to me? Why did you sell it to someone else?"

Because Song Xici said to buy it for him, he didn't pay attention to the news of the shipment, and when he found out, it was too late to buy it.

Song Xici bit his finger, his eyes sparkling, he turned his head, and asked towards the empty place, "How should I reply to this, and how should I reply so that he can feel my malice to the greatest extent."

After finishing speaking, he nodded frequently, as if he had heard the answer.

In the end, he didn't reply to the message at all, and even if the memoirs pressed him, he ignored it.

The next day, Huo Chengfeng called him and asked if he was free. In the afternoon, he wanted to take him to dinner. Song Xici thought about it and agreed.

Huo Chengfeng took him to a barbecue restaurant. Although this restaurant mainly focuses on barbecue, it is most famous for their desserts. Huo Chengfeng ordered Mango Sea Salt Daifuku in advance, it was more like bringing Song Xici to eat desserts.

Song Xici told Huo Chengfeng that they were coming with two people, but he was the only one who entered the door. There were three sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, but there were only two guests.

Huo Chengfeng politely declined the waiter's service, and sat in the barbecue seat by himself, and handed the mango sea salt dafu to Song Xici.

Song Xici casually handed it to the side, and Dafu Gululu rolled a few to the ground, but he seemed to have nothing happened, so he naturally put the plate aside and ate one himself.

After Huo Chengfeng finished roasting the beef, he put the beef on the empty plate next to Song Xici. Song Xici scolded, "Don't put beef for him, he doesn't like it."

He put the beef on the plate into his own bowl, dipped it in the egg wash, and happily put it into his mouth, and then said to the seat next to him: "I helped you eat this time, why are you so picky about eating?"

Huo Chengfeng paused for a while, licked his dry lips, and asked with difficulty, "Xiao Ci, who are you talking to?"

Song Xici looked at him impatiently, "Brother Junzhi, if I didn't want to have dinner with Brother Junzhi, I would ignore you."

Huo Chengfeng's eyes fell on the empty seat, then he frowned, and all the movements of his hands stopped.

Song Xici ate up everything in the bowl, and like a brat deliberately causing trouble, he poked the egg liquid in the bowl with his chopsticks and splashed it on Huo Chengfeng's pure black couture suit.

"What are you doing, we haven't had enough yet." He spoke provocatively, as if deliberately trying to annoy Huo Chengfeng.

But Huo Chengfeng just casually wiped it with paper twice before continuing to grill the meat. He used to be so extreme, but now his patience with Song Xici is like a monk who has practiced for many years.

He felt very boring, he ate food at random, and said more to the empty seat next to him than to Huo Chengfeng.

After finishing the meal, Huo Chengfeng went to pay the bill, and when he came back, he heard Song Xici standing by the door complaining, "I don't think this is useful, brother Junzhi, this revenge is so troublesome, it doesn't feel good at all."

"I know, I know that you cherish me. Of course I will cherish the person you cherish. I will not let him bully the person you cherish. The previous score will be settled."

"You can do it this way, then after finishing this matter, I will settle with him."

"Okay, let's plant together, and we won't bother with them anymore."

It wasn't until Song Xici stopped talking that Huo Chengfeng opened the door and went out. The driver quickly drove over and handed him the car keys after getting off, "Mr. Huo, the keys."

Huo Chengfeng nodded at the driver, "Thank you, you go to eat, just report it to my account."

The driver didn't hold back, knowing that he didn't want me to deliver it now, so he nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Huo."

Song Xici glanced at Huo Chengfeng from the corner of his eye, and found that he was completely different when he was with others and in front of himself.

When talking to the driver, he was expressionless and his tone was serious and calm, but when talking to himself, he was more gentle and careful.

He yawned, "I'm going home."

When Huo Chengfeng turned his head, his expression had changed, with a smile on his face, "I'll take you back."

Song Xici did not refuse, he opened the door, as if letting someone get into the car first, and then followed in, and after sitting down, he ordered, "Let's go, by the way, do you want to come and play tomorrow?"

"To your house to play?" Huo Chengfeng was a little surprised, Song Xici obviously didn't want to pay attention to him.

But before Song Xici could say anything, he immediately agreed, "Okay, can I come over around nine o'clock?"

"Are you coming to work?" Song Xici said lazily, he glanced at the empty seat beside him, "Come over at noon."

After sending the person home, Huo Chengfeng didn't delay for a moment, he called his secretary directly and asked for the address of the psychological clinic he was ordered to book.

When he arrived by car, the secretary was already waiting in front of the psychological clinic. As soon as he got out of the car, an assistant stopped the car, and then the secretary came up with a report, "Mr. Huo, this is the briefing of this clinic, you need to read it see?"

"Don't read it, just go in." Huo Chengfeng's face was as dark as water, and his frowning indicated that he was in a very bad mood now, and the secretary and assistants were very careful.

The secretary helped him open the door of the counseling room. He unbuttoned two suit buttons and sat down in silence.

He was very anxious, so the counselor didn't ask any questions and asked him to sit in silence. After a while, he told the counselor about Song Xici's symptoms.

The psychological counselor pondered for a moment, "I haven't seen him in person, so I can't be sure, but this kind of situation is usually based on an important traumatic event."

"Patients should be avoiding reality, giving themselves psychological hints, resulting in wrong cognition."

"If you want to treat this kind of patient, you need to rebuild his cognitive system and correct his negative or wrong perceptions. My suggestion here is that you bring the patient here, and we are working out a detailed treatment plan."

Huo Chengfeng rubbed his eyebrows, and sighed a little dejectedly, even if he wanted to bring Song Xici, would Song Xici agree, would he listen to his persuasion to see a doctor?

He may believe in his own illusions more than himself.

After coming out, it started to rain outside, and flashy neon lights were reflected on the wet ground, Huo Chengfeng asked the secretary and assistant to leave, leaned against the car, and smoked a cigarette while drenched in light rain.

In fact, he thought about giving up Song Xici and letting him live the quiet life he wanted. He tried not to think about it or contact him for a long time.

But the more depressed he was, the clearer Song Xici became in his mind. The flood that broke the embankment was out of control, and his rationality couldn't control his behavior, making him entangled in it over and over again.

Xiaoci must be annoying himself.

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